The MLB stike of 1994-95 just about ended my lifelong following of baseball. The bad press, failure to resolve the illegal doping and the fake homerun stats that followed made me lose interest altogether. I reluctantly attended a Detroit Tigers game at the fine Comerica Park facilities amidst the rubble of downtown Detroit city and I concluded that the game is now like watching grass grow.

So you will have to forgive me for not knowing or caring about Curt Shilling’s sock. But the memories of my baseball heroes who played in the ’50s and ’60s somehow will not go away.

That strike did end my interest in MLB. I’m a Detroit native, but haven’t watched an MLB game since. I can name just one current Tiger – Justin Verlander – and I’m not sure how I know that much. I do keep up with the Lions, though it can only be due to the inherent masochism of the lifelong Lions fan.

It’s market reality, not state tax subsidies dummy. It’s what Kurt gets for listening to a trendy lefty financial advisor. He should have gone to Texas, Georgia or another state where he’d get competent advice.